This Is Why I No Longer Live In South Carolina…

Okay, maybe this isn't the only reason I no longer live in South Carolina. The fear of the effect it could have on the educations of my unborn children, the massive amount of resentment I hold for tourists, and the 9th hole at Caledonia, which should be so freaking easy, and yet will not allow me to birdie it probably has something to do with that too, but this story reminds me of something.

When I was a wee lad from New England, and I showed up to my first day of school dropping my "R"s, walking fast, and having no idea what or who "Clemson," was, a much older kid who somehow was still in my class walked up to me and, without introductions, asked, "Clemson or Carolina?" Like I said, I had no idea who Clemson was, but I knew I was now in South Carolina, so I went with the safe bet, "Carolina."

And that's the first time anyone ever punched me.

I turned out okay, but that older kid? Well, I think this is what happened to him.



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